I've been duped! This is one of those 'other' kind of gialli. You know the ones - Umberto Lenzi made about a hundred of them. Everyone lives in a big house/villa/mansion/castle with a pool, has loads of money and therefore spend most of their time playing games with each before, if you're lucky, something actually happens before the end of the film.
Andrea is the apotheosis of these rich jerks. He literally does nothing but roam around in a self-absorbed daze, spending the free time afforded to him by his rich father by stalking women, taking pictures of women, flashing back to good times with his mother, flashing back to bad times when his mother died, and telling his new sexy stepmother that he'd like a shot on her nest, while also coming on to her best friend Carol, marrying a black woman, and making photo-montages of the women he's stalking. Did I say free time? Sounds like Andrea keeps himself pretty busy now that I've typed all that out.
What first starts out as a promising, freaky deal with Andrea's hilariously crap montages and him imaging Carol being put up on a Christmas tree quickly becomes tedious as the film descends into Andrea just hanging around various women coming on to them and being weird. There's not really any mystery to this at all and although there's a bit of violence in the end, you'll just shrug and wonder why you bothered in the first place.
Sergio and Luciano Martino were involved too, so I've got to wonder where things went wrong. Let's blame Hitler!
